I had gotten a job at a library there, but the staff of the library was broken up into teams. On my firs day of work, I discovered that my team was the Deists and we were pitted in a battle of restocking against a rival team called the Transcendents. (I swear to you I took no drugs before going to bed.) I was wearing a skirt that everyone kept pointing out in a disapproving way was made of "pants material," and after I went out to lunch, I couldn't find my way back to the library until I had a policeman escort me. Once I got back, I realized I had lost my giant bag of knitting materials, but then it showed up in the DVD return bin. I called CRD and asked him to find out if my apartment had been rented yet because I wanted to move back.
I woke up all sweaty and tense. My neck is killing me.
3 comments:
That is just like an episode of The Wire.
Except, I imagine, less curse words.
You should get an Ocelot.
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